Lin Chen, seventy-eight drops of blood.
The martial arts exam is three months away, and I can't even find the registration line for Wuhan University.
Until that day, a spring in his body woke up.
Others tried their best to hit eighty drops with one punch, but he opened the gate and released the water. One drop was worth three drops, and the more he saved, the higher the multiplier was.
Underground boxing gym. In the first game, facing ninety drops, he released four drops and sent them flying with one punch.
Got five thousand yuan.
But he soon discovered that this spring was not given for free.
Every time the gate is opened, the meridians feel like they are being burned.
Pulse nourishing pill, twelve thousand pills.
His total wealth is fifteen thousand one hundred and twenty-seven.
Buying it means emptying out the college entrance examination fund that has been saved for three years.
If you don't buy it, the meridians will be more injured, the slower you will practice, and the poorer you will be.
Infinite loop.
He could only keep fighting.
One fight after another, from the underground boxing gym to the inter-school league, from Ancheng to Xijiang.
He thought he was just going to Wuhan University and making money.
Until the sand erosion area to the west suddenly expanded three times.
Until the countdown to the tidal wave in the catacombs sounded.
Until he stood in front of the map at the frontline headquarters and looked at the red plague area markers.
Lin Chen lowered his head and looked at his fist.
The water level of Mingquan is still rising.
He finally understood.
Boxing is just the starting point.
What he wants to save is not the registration fee for Wuhan University.
It is a bloody road to guard the country.
